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This sounds like something inspired partly from Desperate Housewives, except a bit tamer. The revved up DH version woulda gone something more like:

"Now Gabby," said the small woman into the receiver of the telephone, "I don't approve of this affair you are having with the gardener. It's just not the done thing on this street!"

"Oh, all right." said Lady Chatterley over the phone, fingering her diamond studded revolver. "But botherations, mother! You never let me have any fun! You confiscated my whips and chains when I was in the 6th grade! You never let me develop my true self!"

Lady Chatterley's mother took a sip of tea and sighed with satisfaction. She'd been waiting for a whole year to say that. Getting this telephone was the best thing she'd ever done, next to the time she'd beat the crap out of Lynettes's children for ruining her rosebushes. She didn't even notice as Gabby pressed the revolver to the back of her head with one hand, and caressed the gardener with her other.

I just can't read Lawrence. I don't know why. I haven't tried for years though. Did you see that show on the ABC recently about the obscenity trial? I watched it a little, but I couldn't bear the jurors' eyes meeting significantly over their orange and white penguins and their tendency to imagine each other in scenes from the novel. I flicked back a little later and they'd progressed to reenactment (and the reenactment of something I hadn't realised was in the novel at all!).

You mean the French film? It was surprising that it took them so long to discover it, wasn't it? You recommend it then? I've seen a lot of bad reviews of it, but they're mostly complaints about the length and the pace. I don't mind a bit of languor.

I tried to read Aaron's Rod when I was probably about twenty and it just struck me as not being especially true unless one was a heterosexual male and a particular sort of heterosexual male at that, but maybe I would feel differently now I'm nearly thirty!

My father played a terribly irritating trick on me with Lady Chatterly's Lover - he wouldn't tell me how bloody tedious it was and made me read for myself. Of course, he'd only read because it had been so controversial. I must have a huge cruel streak because I generally refuse to discuss LCL but encourage people to read it for themselves.

I think both my papa and I would greatly enjoy Lady Chatterley and her Mother meeting Tony Soprano.

This is an OK account of it, to give you the general idea. It usually has the sort of cover you want to put in a paper bag, but he's a very interesting writer, in a similar vein to Donald Barthelme in the way he plays around with language, plotting, readerly expectations- especially with shorter fiction (it has that Raymond Carver edge to it, although the style is very different).Perhaps Bataille's Story of the Eye too, although I'm so squeamish it made me feel quite sick at the end.

here's a novel-length comment.1. I tried watching the TV dramatisation but chucked it in quite early. after the Mag listed the number of times the f-word was in the book.2. I had a record shop once, and it was in Flinders Lane on the opposite corner of Port Phillip Arcade from The Bible Shop.They complained to the Victorian CIB that we displayed a record titled 'Too Drunk To Fuck' by the Dead Kennedys. A court appearance followed (30th April 1981 before Justice Phillips who wrote a 14-page summary of the 'offence')We were fined $1000

3. the complainants from Bible House actually were our NEIGHBOURS on Alexandra Ave South Yarra. a mock-tudor duplex, nos 13 and 15.

Never mind the 2 ridiculous coincidences,They used to fuck each other stupid and crash allover their place doing it. it drove us mad - screaming and thumping and grunting. they were disgusting.